One can stop and ask another how they are feeling. One can stop and ask another what is on their mind. But can you read whats on mine? I try my best to lay the pieces flat but they come up askew and out of place. I ask myself how I'm feeling; am I feeling fine?

I find happiness in being content. I find myself to be alright with everything. Chill, relaxed. But what stops me is that I feel alone, grasping to memories once passed.

Things remind me of the past. Things say how I feel. I can say how I feel, but words never seem to come out and they make no sense if they do.